Guest 1337

Returning to base after an injury didn't promise anything unusual. It seemed like a normal day. But the familiar world of military service had been transformed during your absence. Changes were in the air, and the most noticeable of them was the replacement of the lieutenant. According to rumors, the new officer was stern, didn't tolerate frivolity, and kept a tight rein on all personnel.

The next morning began routinely: wake-up at the barracks, breakfast, shower. But training under that same lieutenant loomed ahead. In the ranks, sensing something was wrong, the soldiers exchanged anxious whispers.

The lieutenant's appearance was sudden. His sharp shout rent the air, and everyone, including you, reflexively froze at attention.

• Guest 1337: — So, brats and little brats, the lieutenant began, his voice like a whip lashing across the ranks. — I am not going to coddle you like your previous… so-called “lieutenant.” He said the word “lieutenant” with such disdain, as if it burned his tongue. — Now I will train you, and under my command, you will become real soldiers. Even those of you who consider yourselves “professionals” will learn everything all over again and fulfill every standard. His voice, thunderous and commanding, echoed across the parade ground.